To Aster, a glowing red ember surged powerfully. His whole face was dyed red. He fumbled with a bottle cap, feeling like an idiot. He choked; it looked like he had done something wrong. Furthermore, he felt a warmth rise up his neck, and his hands trembled.
Callum, noticing Aster's reaction, let out a light laugh, but his eyes remained fixed on the omega. He admired Aster's flushed expression, finding him adorable and irresistible. Aster's surprise and embarrassment were evident, and Callum's assistant, who had been watching the scene with growing interest, could not understand what had happened.
"Are you okay?" Callum asked, his tone mixing concern and amusement. He smiled sideways, showing a charming dimple.
Aster, trying to regain his composure, nodded quickly, but his gaze avoided Callum's. He felt his heart beat faster and his stomach churn. He cleared his throat and murmured a thank-you for the concern, his voice coming out low and hoarse.
The assistant, confused, asked worriedly, "What happened?"
However, in your thoughts... "What happened to your boss?" The personal assistant frowned slightly, trying to accept and believe the significance of the scene unfolding before his eyes. An omega that couldn't open a bottle and still choked on its own drink had years of experience, and he wasn't prepared to see that side of the powerful Alpha Prime Callum Campbell that could easily become evil.
"A little surprise in Aster's drink," Callum replied, his smile suggesting he was finding the situation more amusing than he should have.
As Aster tried to hide his discomfort, Callum carefully helped him, bringing a smile to his lips. It seemed like Callum was willing to turn an awkward moment into something lighter or more romantic.
Aster, finally regaining some confidence, replied with a slight smile, "I diverted you from your meeting, I suppose."
Callum nodded. "You've brought a whole new meaning to coffee break." He winked at his assistant, suggesting that everything was under control.
As the plane continued on its course, the initial tension dissolved, giving way to a more relaxed atmosphere. Callum and Aster began to talk about lighter matters as if the previous embarrassing situation had been forgotten. However, a subtle energy vibrated between them, indicating that the fragile balance between lightness and intensity was always present.
Callum, after a moment of relaxation, leaned back to his meeting, bidding farewell to Aster with a look that promised continuity later on.
With his eyes closed, Aster's thoughts flew... Over the years, Aster has forged a path of dedication to justice, becoming a high-ranking agent in the CIA. His leadership position not only reflected his professional competence but also his deep passion for doing what was right. Aster, an orphan from a young age, found in the search for truth and the application of justice as a way to give meaning to his life.
In the early chapters of his life, Aster found himself embroiled in some one-night stands. Life as a CIA agent was fraught with challenges, and casual relationships were his way of coping with constant stress. However, as time went on, Aster began to feel a void in his personal life.
It was only when he met his late wife that Aster had an epiphany. The connection he developed with her wasn't just physical; it was deep, emotional, and based on mutual understanding. It was at this point that Aster realized that what he was really looking for wasn't just casual companionship, but rather a relationship grounded in love and building a meaningful connection.
This discovery led Aster to understand that he was demisexual. Sexual attraction to him did not occur in isolation; it manifested itself only when there was a strong and meaningful emotional bond. The process of developing this understanding brought a new dimension to his search for a relationship, and Aster began to value not only the physical aspect but also the emotional connection he craved.
Now widowed and transmigrated into the ABO world, he brought with him this deeper understanding of himself as he faced the challenges and intrigues of this new reality.
He remembered the last time he saw his wife, on her deathbed. She held his hand and smiled faintly, telling him that she loved him and that she was proud of him. He remembered a stabbing pain in his chest and a tear that ran down his cheek. He whispered that she was his life and that he would never forget her. Likewise, he kissed her softly on the forehead and saw her close her eyes for the last time.
He opened his eyes and found himself on a plane, heading for a trip to an unfamiliar country. He looked out the window and saw a blue sky and white clouds. Not only that, but he felt a twinge of nostalgia and sadness. He promised Emma that he would continue his life, honoring his wife's memory and doing his duty.
He looked at Callum, who was sitting on the other side of the plane, reading a report. He was an intelligent and loyal man, and Aster admired and respected him.
"How are you feeling?" Callum asked, noticing his gaze.
"I'm fine," Aster replied, forcing a smile. "Just thinking about a few things."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Callum offered, putting the report aside.
"No, thank you. Please keep working," Aster said, looking away.
"I understand. But know that I'm here for whatever you need," Callum said, demonstrating his more romantic and monopolizing Alpha side.
"I know. And I appreciate it," Aster said, acknowledging Callum's kindness.
Callum resumed reading the report. Aster looked out the window again, trying to focus on the clouds.
He was no longer in his world, but in a world where people were divided into alphas, betas, and omegas. A world where pheromones influenced relationships and hierarchies. A world where he was an omega dominant, a perfect rarity for Callum Campbell.
He felt a shiver run through his body, remembering what happened when he met Callum Campbell, the powerful and influential Alpha Prime, who Aster read about him many years ago, a character from a book, but it was real and stood before him. He felt something awaken within him, something he couldn't explain.
Aster also felt a sense of confusion and guilt, thinking of his late wife. He wondered if he was betraying his memory, if he was getting carried away by pheromones, if he was confusing his feelings. He wondered if he was capable of loving again, if he was worthy of being loved, if he was ready for a new relationship.
An orphan, a widower, a transmigrated, he had to survive.
Their journey? What is the significance of his coming into this world? Would he ever come home?
He didn't know the answers, but he knew he had to keep going. He knew he had to find his place and his purpose.
Callum's private aircraft glided smoothly onto a private runway at a luxurious airport, where a uniformed security team waited with firm posture. As soon as the hatch opened, a small commotion formed among them, indicating the arrival of someone of great importance.
Callum, a shrewd and influential businessman, said goodbye to Aster with a passionate kiss. "It's really special that you're here," he murmured, his eyes conveying a promise of more intimate moments in the future.
Aster was ushered by security guards into a luxurious vehicle that would take him to a five-star hotel. Callum subtly communicated that the night held something special as Aster departed.
Once at the hotel, Aster found himself in a stunning two-story setting, modern and luxurious. Exquisite décor, elegant furnishings, and a panoramic view of the city provided an impressive backdrop. He spun around the place while alone, soaking up the atmosphere that exuded opulence and sophistication.
Sliding his hands into his warm pockets, Aster felt a gentle breeze tangle his hair. A carefree feeling permeated the room, but curiously, he found it difficult to typify his emotions. Pheromones, like exotic drugs, were supposed to improve the situation, but for Aster, they seemed to complicate his feelings even more.
The sun was awake on the horizon, painting the sky with soft shades of pink and orange, when Aster decided to explore the city that morning. The crisp dawn air brought with it a biting breeze that made Aster adjust the collar of his cream coat, a French coat, an ideal clothing choice to face the mild chill of the morning.
He roamed the practically crowded streets, accompanied by the silent footsteps of his security guards. The city, shrouded in morning tranquility, offered a different perspective. The shops were open, and the coffee filled the air with the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
As he entered the bookstore, he felt enveloped by the warmth—the familiar warmth—of the books. After a few hours of immersive reading, Aster emerged from the bookstore, ready to continue his journey. The chill of the morning was still hanging in the air as he made his way to a nearby art gallery.
When exploring the gallery, the morning light highlighted the nuances of the artworks. With the sun rising in the sky, Aster knew the city would reveal more surprises throughout the day. He continued his journey, looking forward to what was yet to come.
The elevator quietly brought Aster up to the top floor of the presidential suite. As he opened the bedroom door, the atmosphere enveloped him like a warm embrace. The scenery that unfolded in front of him was worthy of a modern fairy tale. The dim light was punctuated by soft lights scattered throughout the room, highlighting the presence of flowers that adorned every corner. The sweet scent of the flowers permeated the air.
The bed was decorated with rose petals, forming a romantic path that led up to the headboard. Delicate little lights flickered around the canopy, creating a magical atmosphere. Balloons floated across the ceiling, each tied to a ribbon that danced softly in the breeze.
An elegantly set table stood out in the center of the room. A white tablecloth, fine plates, silver cutlery, and, in the center, an arrangement of red roses Chilled champagne rested in a silver bucket next to two thin glasses. A selection of fine pralines and fresh strawberries completed the table.
Observing all this splendor, Aster's heart began to beat faster. His hands trembled slightly, and a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and a hint of nervousness washed over him. The carefully crafted gesture was an expression of affection that resonated deeply with his demisexual nature.
Aster walked slowly around the room, admiring every detail and every careful touch. The soft lights and romantic tones created an intimate and welcoming aura. As he approached the table, he noticed a small letter in an envelope with his name on it.
As he opened the letter, his words were simple but loaded with meaning: "To Aster, who has brought light into my life from the moment we met. Tonight is for us."
Aster felt a lump in his throat, and a wave of warmth coursed through his body. The meaning behind the gesture did not escape him. It was more than a romantic dinner; it was an expression of care and affection, something he longed for deeply.
Approaching the table, Aster was enveloped by the romantic mood, his demisexual feelings intensifying the experience. He realized that, at that moment, it wasn't just a dinner; it was a celebration of the bond that was forming between him and Callum.
The soothing sound of romantic music began to fill the room, providing the perfect accompaniment to the special evening that was unfolding.
Aster felt a lump in his throat, and a wave of warmth coursed through his body. The meaning behind the gesture did not escape him. It was more than just a romantic dinner. It was a declaration of love and a promise of a future together. He approached Callum, who was waiting for him, with a gentle smile and kissed him passionately. The night promised to be unforgettable.